p class="p1"Mary Margaret knew that Max struggled in school but she never realized how much. Max wasn't able to read half as well as most of the kids in her grade could read. She struggled with books that most kids in grade 2 could read. She watched the young girl get frustrated with herself knowing that feeling all to well she ran upstairs and grabbed the little green thing. She came back down and put it on the paper were Max was reading. "Whats this?" "this is an eye highlighter. Its used for kids with learning disabilities, mostly for dyslexia." Max hung her head down then looked at the paper. "Oh wow, the words are staying still, how did you know i had a learning disability?" "I have the same one. I get how frustrating it can be." Max smiled up at her foster mom and went back to reading having less troubles as before. She gained some confidence so she asked to work on the subject she was the worst at, Science, knowing she would get to work on math afterwords, a subject that she was very good at. They worked the rest of the night until it was time for Max to go to bed. Mary Margaret followed Max up the stairs and to her bedroom, she tucked the young girl in bed. "Night Maxine. Ill see you in the morning for school." "Goodnight Mary Margaret. Thank you." The adult left the room and wandered down the stairs to find Emma sitting at the table with a drink. "Everything alright Em?" "Yeah. Why wouldn't it be?" The blonde took a swig of the drink and put it on the table to refill it. "Because you only drink like that when something is bothering you." The dark haired lady sat down beside the blonde putting her hand on Emmas. "Why must you know me like that?" That made Mary chuckle to her self as Emma groaned and put the whiskey down. "If you must know, I'm just a little worried about Max. I've seen kids like that and it never ends well for them. I was her. I had the exact same problems." Mary Margaret sighed softly and looked at the younger girl. "I think everything will turn out just fine Emma. She's in a home where shell be treated right. She has two women to look up to to help her out in this crazy world. Whatever happens she has us and Henry by her side." "I suppose thats true. I just hope everything turns out for her. That she finds the happiness she deserves and maybe a family that will love her no matter what. That will want to adopt her." Mary smiled knowingly at the blonde. "You want the same thing for yourself don't you. Or you did for your younger self." Emma smiled at the teacher. "Goodnight Mary Margaret." "Goodnight Emma." The two adults went their separate ways to their rooms to get ready for bed. Mary Margaret got her lesson plan planned out for the next day and made sure her bag was packed with the things she needed. She laid down on the bed and stared at the ceiling. She fell asleep thinking about the young girl now in her care that needed to be shown class="Apple-converted-space" /span/p
p class="p1"-the next day-/p
p class="p1"The brunette woke with a start after hearing the door close behind Emma downstairs. She looked around forgetting for a second about her home moving the previous night. When everything came back she smiled and got out of bed pulling a sweater on looking at the time. She looked down at the sweater she was wearing and realized right away that it was the one Emma let her borrow a couple weeks ago after finding her walking home in a rainstorm. She smiled more and pulled it closer to her as she walked down the stairs to find the bathroom. She got to the bottom step as she heard Emma say. "Oh right. Thats where my sweater went." Max looked up smiling sheepishly. "You can have it back if you want." Emma smiled and shook her head. "No you keep it. It looks better on you anyways." Max smiled and walked into the kitchen to get some water, Emma following her. "Mary is in the shower but she shouldn't be too much longer. There's frozen waffles in the freezer and bacon and eggs on the stove for you. We always eat at 6 but we figured you wouldn't want to wake up that early." "Thank you Emma. It smells really good in here. My last foster parents only ever made breakfast for their biological kids and if the kid was under 3. After 3 you made your own bowl of cereal in the morning." Emma smiled and ruffled the kids hair as she went to pack lunches. "What do you want in your lunch today? We have leftover spaghetti from last night or we have left-over lasagna or i can make you a sandwich." That made Max grin as she took a bite of her bacon. "I would love some left-over lasagna if you don't mind. It's my favourite." Emma smiled and nodded putting the food in a container and putting it in a bag with some chips, carrots, yogurt and a juice box. "There you go Max, a perfect lunch." Max smiled as she started eating her eggs waiting for her waffles to pop up. She was thinking just how perfect this could get. Of course she wasn't going to let her guard down. It wouldn't last forever. She was putting her dishes in the dishwasher when Mary Margaret came out. "Your turn kiddo. We leave in 30 minutes." Max ran upstairs to grab her things and jumped in the shower. She pulled on her uniform which was somehow now clean and came out with her wet hair lying limply on her back. Emma came over and started brushing and braiding her hair as Max ate her waffles. "Thank you Emma!" "No problem kiddo. Now go grab your bag. You two will be leaving any minute."/p
p class="p1"-the next day-/p
p class="p1"The brunette woke with a start after hearing the door close behind Emma downstairs. She looked around forgetting for a second about her home moving the previous night. When everything came back she smiled and got out of bed pulling a sweater on looking at the time. She looked down at the sweater she was wearing and realized right away that it was the one Emma let her borrow a couple weeks ago after finding her walking home in a rainstorm. She smiled more and pulled it closer to her as she walked down the stairs to find the bathroom. She got to the bottom step as she heard Emma say. "Oh right. Thats where my sweater went." Max looked up smiling sheepishly. "You can have it back if you want." Emma smiled and shook her head. "No you keep it. It looks better on you anyways." Max smiled and walked into the kitchen to get some water, Emma following her. "Mary is in the shower but she shouldn't be too much longer. There's frozen waffles in the freezer and bacon and eggs on the stove for you. We always eat at 6 but we figured you wouldn't want to wake up that early." "Thank you Emma. It smells really good in here. My last foster parents only ever made breakfast for their biological kids and if the kid was under 3. After 3 you made your own bowl of cereal in the morning." Emma smiled and ruffled the kids hair as she went to pack lunches. "What do you want in your lunch today? We have leftover spaghetti from last night or we have left-over lasagna or i can make you a sandwich." That made Max grin as she took a bite of her bacon. "I would love some left-over lasagna if you don't mind. It's my favourite." Emma smiled and nodded putting the food in a container and putting it in a bag with some chips, carrots, yogurt and a juice box. "There you go Max, a perfect lunch." Max smiled as she started eating her eggs waiting for her waffles to pop up. She was thinking just how perfect this could get. Of course she wasn't going to let her guard down. It wouldn't last forever. She was putting her dishes in the dishwasher when Mary Margaret came out. "Your turn kiddo. We leave in 30 minutes." Max ran upstairs to grab her things and jumped in the shower. She pulled on her uniform which was somehow now clean and came out with her wet hair lying limply on her back. Emma came over and started brushing and braiding her hair as Max ate her waffles. "Thank you Emma!" "No problem kiddo. Now go grab your bag. You two will be leaving any minute."/p
